“If I could talk,” Pussy said, “I would ask, why the fuck you called me Pussy? I lie about my name when other cats ask. I am a boy you know.” ...��Get out of my head Pussy.” “You always scream, fuck my pussy and pound my pussy, I live in fear of my life, sometimes several times a day.” God, I'm losing it, Pussy is talking to me. I tried to distract myself by opening Christmas cards, trying to take my mind off Pussy and pussy! Oh, Come All Ye Faithful. For fuck's sake! I hadn’t bloody well cum.. Kind of a generic term." Oh," I said. I couldn't think of anything to add."Yes." And she lapsed back into thought again, and we did most of the meal in silence. She did compliment me on the food, but it was kind of desultory, an afterthought, and I just said thank you and we went back to eating and not talking.I made coffee again after dinner and we again took it into the living room, but I was expecting a fairly short and non-conversational evening. So I was again surprised when she chose to. It truly was one of the best feelings in the world! I laid there underneath my Alpha, basking in his virile warmth. “Fuuuuuuuuck…” He had finally let go of my neck, twisting enough to observe then lick at the puffy new red bitemark. He brought his arm around me, squeezing with all the force his beleaguered body could muster. “Ya know… I could go again…” He drug his fingertips over my shin, making me shiver until they stopped at my nipple. “Y-Yoichi! Th-The party s-starts i-in an hOUR!” Moaning. Watching as the door is opened and he is allowed to run through onto the set. He clearly knows that this is where the fun is ... Letting out an excited bark as he disappears through the doorway.Our skinny Scottish guest eases back from the edge of the bed, into the centre of the mattress, and switches from sitting to kneeling, her kneels foot apart – her fingers tracing along the deep scars as if she were playing with her boobs. It’s a strange move and once again will leave our viewers confused.